Chapter 7: The Talk
Valerie POV
It was probably the most incredible thing I have ever seen. Well, I have never been in the megapolis before. Who knew, that I will ever see one, going on this trip, and in Ghost Zone of all places! Interesting, Fentons thought, that ghosts can't build even a normal village, looks like they are wrong. And what place it was! I saw photos of some big cities, but they just paled in comparison with it. Capital is organized perfectly, from what I could tell.
I looked at the others, who had the same shocked looks as I do.
"Alright, guys, we should get going, if we want to get to my place by dinner," declared Phantom.
"Then why haven't we used a carriage?" Sam asked.
"Transport doesn't go inside city limits, unless there is emergency, besides," he shrugged, "you could use a little walk".
I wasn't against it, I'd like to see more of this place. However, Paulina just needed to open her mouth.
"But it will ruin my feet!" She whined.
"Well, you should thought about it before you took this high heels on," Phantom made a remark, which I agreed with. Wow, I'm agreeing with Ghost Boy. That feels weird.
We started to walk through city's streets. It looked so...normal. Kids playing on the streets, adults hurrying somewhere. The road was split in two big parts with river between them. As we came further, I noticed changes around. We started from the places, which reminded me about my home, with all this small apartments around. Then we saw some entertainment places. Cinemas, theaters, I even saw amusement park not so long away.
Citizens all had curious looks on their faces, which narrowed when they saw Sam, Tucker and Mr.Fenton. Mrs.Fenton was still unconscious and was carried by one of the guards. Wait a minute...
"Hey, Phantom," I called him and he turned around.
"What is it?"
"I have a question. Why do this policemen follow your orders?"
"That's because of my...newest occupation. You will find out soon enough. We are already here"
I don't know how much times I was shocked during this trip, but it was another one. We stood in front of the huge black palace. There was that unusual symbol, which looked like green shooting star. When I looked at Phantom, I finally noticed that he had the same one on his cape. Also he lacked that 'DP' emblem on his chest. Change of style?
"And here it comes. Say the last goodbyes to our beloved hunters, before they will be thrown into prison now," he said before guards carried them somewhere. I couldn't help but flinch at the glare Sam was giving me. If looks could kill, I would drop on the ground dead.
Phantom led us to the big room. From the looks of it, I guessed it was living room. In the center was big half circle sofa with a giant TV in front of it. There were some armchairs and bookshelves. On the walls were hanging some pictures, a few of them rather odd, why does he need Wright brothers's photo? Our amazement was interrupted by fake cough.
"Dinner is going to be ready soon and you will be called. You are free to do what you want until then, but..." Phantom's eyes glowed brighter, "If door is locked, it's locked for a reason. See ya," and with that he dissappeared in the cloud of smoke. Just how many tricks has he learned?
Third person POV
Dungeons
It was cold down here. When someone says 'dungeon' that's what you imagine. It was dark, damp and lonely. And it just so happened to be under royal palace. It was also a place, where hunters were currently residing. Their cell wasn't big, only things it had were two planks, hanging on rusty chains. Hunters tried to get out, but Danny humanproofed the walls. So they were quiet, until Maddie started to stir.
"Wh-what happened?" She asked groggily, looking around.
"In short, you were knocked out by Phantom, Valerie and Jazz are traitors, and we are currently in the prison under his palace," said Tucker.
"WHAT?! HOW?!"
"Jazz was working for him all this time, and Valerie preferred to side with that spook, when we were caught," Jack answered sadly, looking down on the floor.
"What's going on with them?" Maddie muttered, thinking about different theories, starting with overshadowing and ending with brainwashing.
"The better question is, what's going on with you," they heard very familiar voice. Only now, weaponless, Sam and Tucker noticed what Phantom's voice sounded like. It belonged to the man, who was haunting their nightmares for the long time. And they only now noticed his fiery ponytail.
"What do you want, ghost?" Maddie spat.
"To talk," was his simple answer as he sat on ice chair he created, which caused hunters eyes widen for a second at this display, before they narrowed again.
"There is nothing to talk about," Sam said.
"Completely, opposite, Sammy. When I'm not one behind bars, we can discuss about many things," Phantom said with fanged smile, Sam and Tucker paled, while Fentons didn't notice sharp teeth. Then he continued, "For example, what in the name of the Ancients are doing in my home?"
"You invade our world everyday, what makes you think we can't do the same?" Jack asked.
"Don't avoid my question, Jack Fenton," Phantom said in demanding manner. It created yet another confusion.
"What, aren't you going to pretend that you are our son anymore?" Maddie asked. In response he laughed.
"Nope, because I understood that you are pretty shitty parents," at this Fentons glared as much as possible, which caused ghost to smirk.
"Oh, no, 'Death glare'!" He cried in mocking fear, "Unlike you, however," Phantom shot beams from his eyes, missing Maddie by inch, "my glare can kill"
"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT WE ARE BAD PARENTS, YOU, SKUM?!" Mrs.Fenton started to shout, becoming red in anger. Jack just continued to glare.
"So, you are trying to say, that you aren't neglectful idiots, hmm? Then answer me this, what's your son's favorite color?" Fentons just stood there, deep in thought.
"Alright, let's try something easier. When is his birthday?" They stayed quiet. Phantom shook his head.
"So, you don't know even that. Such a good parenting we have here. And should I remind you, that because of you all your 'son'," he made air quotes, "is HALF-DEAD! WHAT KIND OF MORONS YOU SHOULD BE TO PUT THE ON BUTTON INSIDE OF THE MACHINE, WHICH CAN KILL YOU?!" Danny yelled at the end, his hair starting to flow. He took some calming breathes.
"Since the moment I was born, you were absent from my life. Jazz was the one who taught me how to walk, how to talk, the one who fed and dressed me up. And what were you doing all this time? You were spending time in your stinking lab, completely ignoring me. And if you did, it was only: 'Jazz never was a disappointment', 'Why can't you be like Jazz?'," Fentons looked at each other sadly, because everything he was saying was truth. Sam and Tucker were also surprised because Danny never shared this information with them.
"But then your obsession with ghosts came too far. You started to experiment on me, when I told you. After I escaped from this hellhole, I wanted only one thing. To make you suffer the same way as I did. And now you are here. Completely helpless," he smiled,"And the funniest thing is that you are the ones who built this trap. I just needed to close it," at that Danny took out very familiar box. Ecto-Filtrator.
"It was YOU?!" Sam shouted.
"Indeed, and it was damn easy," he smirked.
"And what are you going to do now?" Asked Tucker fearfully.
"Well, you are going to the Court. There we will decide what to do with you. And believe me, you ain't gonna like it," then something started to ring. Phantom looked at the clock, hanging on the wall. "Hm, diner time! I am going to take my leave now". But in the doorway he stopped and said, "And let it be a lesson to you all, never mess with King of Ghosts"
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